I sat quietly as Ms. Riza explained everything. We were chosen to be heroes for this little island? It's so hard to believe. I have to believe that something bad has been happening here. I mean, this can't be a dream. I know I was pulling another all-nighter, but I know I'm fully awake. I'm not at home in Hawaii and I'm not wearing my regular clothes. This is real. The spirit before me is real. The castle is real. The monsters are real.
Ms. Riza and the other... character icons, I think she called them, are asking us, a small group of people from another world, to help them against monsters. Why was I one of the ones asked? Why me? I don't know how to fight, and I'm weak. Perhaps it was a mistake? Maybe they meant to pick someone else. Someone stronger than me, smarter, not so cowardly. I'm afraid to even talk to someone around here aside from my new friend Shiella to ask for help or advice. I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing or asking a stupid question and have someone laugh or yell at me.
I kept listening to the spirit of the island, but the more I listened, the more I doubted myself. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were gripping my staff so very tightly, trying to keep from shaking. My staff... Shiella and I found that sand was coming from the circle on the top. It's because of Shiella that I found that I can control the sand. I made a wall, and then accidentally lit it on fire with some of my dye. The same dye also made my bottles of sand art explode like grenades. This is all so confusing.
We have to fight, but even though I have these new powers, I feel as though I'm still useless. I don't know what I'm doing here. Everyone else here seems so confident despite everything that's happened. I don't belong. The people of this island need help from confident and competent heroes. I want to help, but I'm neither of those things. What can I do? I don't belong.
“Noel? Earth to Noel!” I hear a voice and look up. Shiella's looking at me with a concerned face. How long has she been sitting there? Why is everyone getting up? I guess I wasn't paying attention like I thought. Yeah, I'm useless. “Noel, what's wrong? You look like you're going to cry and your arms are shaking.”
“I...I...” I don't know what to say. My mind is in a jumble as is my heart. “I'm afraid... I'm afraid that I can't help these people...” I quietly say, finally. I lower my head, not wanting to see her face as I'm sure I've greatly disappointed her.
I feel Shiella's hand on my back and I look up. She's got a big smile on her face. Why? “Of course you can help these people!”, she said with a light giggle, “I know you're not up to going back into the fray, so we'll do other things until you're ready!” Shiella suddenly grabbed my arms and dragged me out of my chair. “We are we going?” I said as she leads me to the wall where the other... Sketchists?... are.
“Look here!” Shiella said as she pointed to a bulletin board on the wall, “Riza said that the character icons here have missions for us to do, and they're not all killing things. This one needs someone to find lost tools! You don't have to fight yet!”
I look at the many pieces of paper on the wall. Can... Can I really help these poor people? I want to help... I really do. Some of these require us to team up to complete. While that makes sense, I'm afraid to talk to the others here. I guess just one step at a time. I may not be strong, but I can at least look for missing items. Maybe... Maybe I'm not completely useless. I really hope not.